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warning : past trauma ; fluff and angst ; small kisses ; fem!reader ; married couple ; established relationship ; Christmas eve ; non-specific character ; mlw/wlm

It's December 24, the night that brought many joy and anticipation. For you, it's your first Christmas without your family. While it brought joy to many, it brought the recurring feeling of dread. You have gone through a disaster a few days before Christmas that brought you an intense amount of regret and sorrow for years. Now you’re sitting in front of the large Christmas tree. It was adorned with multicolor string lights, ornaments, and presents for others and themselves. It was cute, but your negative emotions were a huge contrast compared to the positive shine of the Holidays. Turning to your husband, you placed your mug on the coaster that sat on the coffee table. The smooth taste of the creamy, hot chocolate lingers on your tongue. Your eyes didn't hold the same happiness it did a week ago, the feelings were coming back. He can clearly see the negative emotions written all over his lover's face. He walks over to the couch and sat beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to urge you to lean into him. His expression is mellow, his usual playful and teasing demeanor replaced with serious concern. He pats and kisses the top of your head. “Baby.. are y' alright? What’s wrong? Talk to me.” "Just.. can't sleep, m'love." Your reply was dry, as if you didn’t fully hear what he had said. You turned your body to face him, placing a hand on his chest as your gaze lowered to his hand on his lap. You reached out to his hand, intertwining your fingers with his warily. His heartbeat brought tranquility to your mind, but it didn't completely calm your troubled soul. "Why're you still up ?" "You haven’t been in bed for a while. You know i can’t sleep too well without you with me.” One of his fingers poked your cheek, trying to get you to break character. It was a weak yet playful attempt. His face was dripping with the desire to sleep, almost on the verge of falling asleep on the couch right then and there.

“I’m sorry, i was just thinking for a bit after waking up.” Your thumb rubs against his fingers affectionately. “Baby, what were you thinking about?” He leaned his head back, relaxing his body against the cushions of the couch. “Did you know that this is my first Christmas away from home?” You looked up/down at him, not expecting much of an expression or a response. A hum in acknowledgement would be the bare minimum in your eyes. “Really?", his eyes widened slightly. Knowing your family background, he shouldn't be surprised, but he is.. just a little bit.

"Mhm.."

"I know Christmas wasn’t the best for you all the years you’ve lived at home..” “Yeah, it’s my first time being with someone that won’t ruin it for me.” He took your hand and kissed your knuckles. There's wasn't a lot he could say to be honest. He then pressed a gentle kiss to your nose, then to your cheek as well. The somber look on your face made him want to hold you close and never let you feel these negative emotions again. Your gaze falls on his pitiful expression and kisses his cheek. At this point, you press your lips against his, letting out a soft hum as he pulls you in closer. It was a brief yet meaningful action, but it brought a smile on your face. It was a reminder of what you have now, not what you once had.

“Thank you, for being here all these years.. with me. I love you,”

“I love you too, baby.”

“Now and forever?”

“Now and forever. I got us these rings for a reason.” He points to the rings they have—reminding you on the day of your wedding. The vows, the promises, the tranquil nights, the arguments—everything that brought them to this point.

“I know, i know..” You look at your ring again, a smile forming on your lips. This is the first and best Christmas you’ve truly had.

🐒Typewrite lesson - Cornelius🕷️

My sweet half humans half something 😞